How did a concrete campus monstrosity such as the Brunswick Centre ever lurk so long in the heart of Bloomsbury without my noticing it? This city doesn't give up her secrets easily, that's for sure.
I was there to see Performance. Last time I saw this was about a decade ago, on a sofa in Derby, when I was still somewhere within view of innocence, and it all seemed dreadfully exotic. This time around the comedy was more apparent. I don't just mean the line, to Mick Jagger ashimselfTurner, "Comical little geezer, intcha? You'll look funny when you're fifty." (Though admittedly that did have the whole cinema in stitches.) I mean in the more genderal way that people staggering around in a haze of narcosis can look quite amusing if you're stone-cold sober and no longer inherently impressed by such things.
None of which is to deny that it's still a very sexy and sometimes unsettling film. It's just that, as ever, the closer I get to anything, the harder it gets to take it entirely seriously.
Tell my teenage self that, once I'd relocated to London, I'd attend the cinema with friends for Performance sober and then head straight home, and I'd be unimpreszsed. But I was tired, and so were most of them, and there'll always be another party along soon enough. And it was worth it to catch the first episode of vivisection-com I Am Not An Animal, which is every bit as brilliant as one would expect from a new comedy featuring Steve Coogan and Simon Pegg. Even if they are voicing animals who have been given human intellect and then reared exclusively on lifestyle magazines. It's a satire on the vacuity of contemporary culture, sure, and my tolerance for those isn't that high, but it succeeds through its absurdity. I'm always complaining about much-loved comedies like The Office which hope to satirise reality simply by replicating it in microscopic detail, because to work for me they need to turn it up to 11. A talking horse assuming that other animals can't talk because "They're working class. People below a certain level of breeding can't talk, only point at one another and fight" works for me.
I was there to see Performance. Last time I saw this was about a decade ago, on a sofa in Derby, when I was still somewhere within view of innocence, and it all seemed dreadfully exotic. This time around the comedy was more apparent. I don't just mean the line, to Mick Jagger as
None of which is to deny that it's still a very sexy and sometimes unsettling film. It's just that, as ever, the closer I get to anything, the harder it gets to take it entirely seriously.
Tell my teenage self that, once I'd relocated to London, I'd attend the cinema with friends for Performance sober and then head straight home, and I'd be unimpreszsed. But I was tired, and so were most of them, and there'll always be another party along soon enough. And it was worth it to catch the first episode of vivisection-com I Am Not An Animal, which is every bit as brilliant as one would expect from a new comedy featuring Steve Coogan and Simon Pegg. Even if they are voicing animals who have been given human intellect and then reared exclusively on lifestyle magazines. It's a satire on the vacuity of contemporary culture, sure, and my tolerance for those isn't that high, but it succeeds through its absurdity. I'm always complaining about much-loved comedies like The Office which hope to satirise reality simply by replicating it in microscopic detail, because to work for me they need to turn it up to 11. A talking horse assuming that other animals can't talk because "They're working class. People below a certain level of breeding can't talk, only point at one another and fight" works for me.
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Date: 2004-05-11 03:41 am (UTC)Then again I watched I Am Not An Animal and laughed not a single time. Plus it's extremely ugly.
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Date: 2004-05-11 03:53 am (UTC)I switched over Animals and found a new episode of South Park. They had all gone metrosexual thanks to Queer Eye For The Straight Guy. They held the first metrosexual pride march: "We're here, we're not queer - but we're close."
"I'm not oneofthose" - Chas
Date: 2004-05-11 03:55 am (UTC)Was this new episode on proleTV?
Re: "I'm not oneofthose" - Chas
Date: 2004-05-11 03:59 am (UTC)Re: "I'm not oneofthose" - Chas
Date: 2004-05-11 04:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-11 03:58 am (UTC)http://www.suprnova.org/
Have you got bit-torrent?
I'm sure we've been through this one before:
Date: 2004-05-11 04:01 am (UTC)While we're shouting, Bazza:
Date: 2004-05-11 05:00 am (UTC)Re: While we're shouting, Bazza:
Date: 2004-05-11 05:03 am (UTC)Re: While we're shouting, Bazza:
Date: 2004-05-11 07:31 am (UTC)Any requests? She-Hulk? ;P
Re: While we're shouting, Bazza:
Date: 2004-05-11 07:33 am (UTC)Where are those demos, anyway?
Re: While we're shouting, Bazza:
Date: 2004-05-11 09:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-11 03:53 am (UTC)And I thought the montage effect worked brilliantly on the animals.
Thus far, the only colleague who saw it also loathed it.
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Date: 2004-05-11 03:50 am (UTC)Mind you, the thing that had me belly laughing for the first time in ages was Dead Ringers. A VERY good ep last night.
Tony:
vote for me. please. Oh all right, I'll get my cock out.
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Date: 2004-05-11 04:10 am (UTC)It's only in London that I've ever felt like I was a core member of any of my circles, really. And even here I still feel like an occasional cameo in most of them. Not that that's necessarily a bad thing. Supporting parts are often far more interesting; I much preferred Angel in Buffy to when he had his own series.
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Date: 2004-05-11 04:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-11 04:08 am (UTC)As for PERFORMANCE, I saw the showing at the ICA in conjunction with flogging a load of photos taken on set at the time; there was a showing of the film, followed by a showing of Donald Cammell's last interview before he topped himself, then Q & A with Anita Pallenberg, James Fox and Cammell's brother. Fascinating stuff. Pallenberg looks like a withered prune nowadays. Very depressing. Her whole contribution to the script was ironing it after in fell in the sea at St Tropez, which is a very rock n' roll thing to do.
And I was sat directly in front of Harry Flowers! That was a disturbing revelation, I can tell you. Oh, and the person who plays Rosey Bloom is as intimidating in real life as on screen.
The "funny when you're fifty" line raised quite a chuckle then, too.
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Date: 2004-05-11 04:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-11 04:38 am (UTC)Gah, I really want to listen to the soundtrack now.
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Date: 2004-05-11 05:09 am (UTC)There. Who said I wasn't interesting and informative?
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Date: 2004-05-11 05:16 am (UTC)The paperbacks were filed by publisher.
I frown on this practice in comic shops. In bookshops it's simply bizarre.
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Date: 2004-05-11 05:24 am (UTC)HMV should arrange their stuff by record company, similarly.
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Date: 2004-05-11 05:21 am (UTC)